Semua Bab Rejected By The Alpha, Crowned The Rogue Queen : Bab 81 - Bab 90

SIERRA’S POV“Absolutely not.”I flinched where I was pressed against his chest, my fingers still curled into his shirt as the pain trembled through me. My breathing was shallow now, but my body still felt weird, like something had been pulled too far and never fully set back into place.Rhaedon straightened slowly from where he had knelt beside me. His jaw tightened, his eyes hardening as they lifted to Isaak.“For once,” he said flatly, “we’re on the same side.”“You want him to stay here,” Isaak snapped at the priestess. “and that’s not happening.”“My people followed me here because I promised them safety and stability. I’m not abandoning them because the goddess decided to complicate things. I didn't ask for a mate, much less two” he said it like a slur, making my chest hurt.“I didn’t ask for this,” I said quietly.“I know.” “This isn’t on you.”Both of them spoke at the same time.m, their voices colliding. Isaak drew in a slow breath, the sight of my struggle bringing him to

Sierra's POV My heart slammed against my ribs as Rhaedon’s gaze locked onto mine, that piercing stare cutting through the dim light of the room like a blade. He stood there, tall and unyielding, his broad shoulders filling the doorway, dressed in that fitted black shirt that clung to every ridge of muscle earned from years of battles I could only imagine. His dark hair was tousled, as if he’d run his fingers through it in frustration, and his lips curved into a smirk that was equal parts challenge and promise.Isaak’s body went rigid beside me, a wall of coiled fury blocking half the view, but not enough to hide the way Rhaedon’s eyes lingered on my flushed skin, on the disheveled state of my dress hiked up from Isaak’s earlier touch. The air thickened, charged with something primal, the bond between us all twisting like a live wire.“What the fuck do you want?” Isaak snarled, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the floorboards. He stepped forward, planting himself fully in

Sierra's POV Isaak and I flanked Rhaedon on one side, the bond between us a subtle undercurrent that made every glance feel charged. But Rhaedon... he wasn't right. He sat unusually still, his sharp eyes distant, staring at some invisible point beyond the gathering. No quips escaped his lips, no challenging smirks, just a quiet withdrawal that tugged at my chest through our shared connection.The high councillor leaned forward, his voice gravelly with authority. “This is… uncharted,” he said. “We have records of bonds shaping leadership, of alliances forged through marriage or oath. But never this. Never three seats of power converging like this,” he finished, eyes flicking first to Isaak, then to Rhaedon, then finally settling on me with visible unease. “Three authorities whose commands already shape borders. Bound in a way that answers to no council charter, no ancestral law we can cite with confidence.”A wiry advisor with a scar from the southern clan across his cheek, nodded ea

SIERRA'S POVThe bond hit me like a bad hangover that wouldn't quit, this constant buzz in my chest pulling me awake in the middle of the night. I was sprawled out in our king-sized bed, sheets twisted around my legs, Isaak snoring softly next to me. His arm was flung over the pillow, all relaxed and hot as hell even in sleep. But that pull? It was getting stronger, like some invisible string yanking me toward the balcony doors. I glanced at Isaak, his face all chill for once, no stress lines, and tried to ignore it, but it was too intense.A faint click from the balcony made me sit up straight. Moonlight flooded the room through the glass doors, and there he was: Rhaedon, easing inside like he owned the place. He was in dark travel leathers fitted close to his body, a long coat dusted with subtle silver stitching along the seams, practical and lethal-looking, made for movement rather than ceremony, blending into the shadows, but those eyes of his locked right on me, intense as fuck

ISAAK'S POV Sierra was already on her feet as soon as the knock came. She opened the door to reveal Rhaedon. Her hands gentle as she guided him in, brushing at his dressed wounds. The scent of pine and blood mixed in the air, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from how her fingers traced his skin, careful yet intimate."Are you okay?" she asked softly, her voice laced with concern. Rhaedon nodded, his dark hair matted with sweat, making him look even more rugged, more... tempting.I stayed silent, my jaw tight, watching the way his muscles flexed under her touch. The tension in the room was thicker than the woods outside, and I felt it coiling in my gut, a mix of jealousy and something hotter, something that made my cock twitch despite myself."Why'd you send for me?" Rhaedon finally asked, his voice rough, eyes flicking to me briefly before settling on her.Sierra glanced my way, a small smile playing on her lips. "We want you to stay here tonight. So you're not alone.""We?" His gaze